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Hi I hope you are having a great day and I was hoping you would know this fanfic. It's about Stiles coming home from college and Derek is a cop and he is in love with Stiles and they all live in a house together and I think everyone is alive? papa Stilinski is friends with Derek and the fic is a little bit long I think it's 50k words? Thanks for the effort and your time and I hope you're having a great time
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hyper heart alone by hito
(1/1 I 34,570 I Explicit I Sterek)
When Stiles returns home to help his father recover from an injury, he discovers that things have changed somewhat in his absence: Derek is working closely with Stiles’ father, around the house and underfoot, generally annoying and disconcerting Stiles with his presence.
Well, Stiles isn’t sure you could call all the sex they end up having annoying, but he isn’t really willing to call it anything else, either.
Do you have any “holy shit your alive” sterek smut? Or even better, “holy shit were about to die” smut? Or even just some emotional smut? Thanks!
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Anonymous said:Do you have any fics where Derek takes it really slow and soft and his only purpose is to pleasure stiles???
Here’s some emotional smut. All rated explicit.
Stiles Has So Many Feels by rachelrose
(9/9 I 12,158)
Stiles hops in his Jeep and sighs into the steering wheel as he turns the ignition. Phew. He (mostly) escaped the awkward conversation this morning over breakfast with his father - you know, the obligatory conversation every teenage boy has with their father at some point in their youth: So yeah, I fucked a studly twenty-something last night in my twin-sized bed on top of my Star Wars comforter, and we didn’t use any protection. Oh, and did I mention he’s a werewolf - one who’s been accused of murder more than once? Yup! You guessed it, dad. I fucked Derek Hale.
Or the one where Stiles has to deal with his feelings for Derek and awkward post-sex interactions. Stiles has a falling out with his father, Scott is kind of an asshole, Deaton is a cool dude, Stiles has a mental breakdown, and Derek learns to use his words.
Baby, Give Me Light by MereLoup
(2/2 I 14,598
“How long do we have?” Derek’s breath was husky and aroused, his eyes never leaving Stiles’ lingerie clad body.
Derek had a slight lisp from where his fangs had dropped down into his mouth, his salivary glands working overtime in his arousal, and his claws were extended, digging mercilessly into the mattress. Derek was so turned on right now and the Wolf was so close to the surface, Stiles’ didn’t know where he had found the restraint to sit there as still as he was. He sounded so close already, Stiles just wanted him to let loose.
“Until sunrise.”
Derek raised an eyebrow, too slowly and too meticulously to be casual. “That’s quite a lot of time.”
“Let’s make the best of it.” Stiles’ fingers brushed over his swollen belly and Derek growled in answering arousal.
Guilty by Design by TamzStripped
(12/12 I 105,703)
Stiles and Derek have settled into their new home, the pack is stronger than ever, and everyone is excited for what is in store for their futures.
Derek tries his best to provide for his beta’s and restore the Hale’s name. Isaac is thinking about enrolling in the academy. Scott is looking at veterinary school. Allison is learning how her families business works. Jackson has a scholarship for lacrosse. Erica and Boyd have a baby on the way. And Lydia has her pick of summer internships, and colleges.
While everyone else plans for their future, Stiles is learning what it means to be an Emissary. He’s running out of time to figure out how to prepare for Peter to strike at the next Blood Moon with the intention of killing Stiles. Stiles doesn’t want to scare the rest of the group, so he keeps the threat secret for as long as he can.
The secret being that he doesn’t know how to protect himself from Peter, and if it came down to it, he would sacrifice his own life to save his and Derek’s family.
Bad Liar by KeffiStarler
(44/44 I 151,505)
After the horrors of the Nogitsune, Stiles struggles to find his place among his friends. With Allison in the hospital, life slipping from her fragile form, Stiles can’t face his own internal turmoil. But when the most unlikely person goes from acquaintance to friend, and from friend to something neither of them ever expected - involving a lot less clothing than he may ever have expected - Stiles might be able to begin finding himself again.However, with Beacon Hills under threat from an unknown foe, Stiles has to put aside his fears and save his friends before he loses anyone else.
Derek has become accustomed to life on his own. He has learnt how to cope with the loneliness and the silence. He knows he is better off this way. At least until Stiles becomes a useless wreck who needs his help and Derek realises he’s too much of a pushover to resist saving him. But saving Stiles becomes a little more complicated when Derek’s desire to help him soon turns into a need he cannot deny.
Stiles/Derek story. Allison is not dead but in a coma. Some angst but not too dark.
Nobody wanted Sterek more than Dylan O’Brien and Tyler Hoechlin.
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Title: The Forgotten Predator
Author: WitticasterCole
Rating: Mature
Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: M/M
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin & Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Peter Hale/Nurse Jennifer
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Sheriff Stilinski, Scott McCall, Derek Hale, Chris Argent, Melissa McCall, Allison Argent, Jackson Whittemore, Kate Argent, Peter Hale, Jennifer (Peter Hale’s Nurse), Jennifer (Teen Wolf), Alan Deaton
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon, Alternate Universe, Bisexual Character, Alternate Canon, Developing Relationship, Law Enforcement, Werewolves, Case Fic
Series: Strange Lives
Words: 40,320
Chapters: 12/12
Summary: When half a dead woman is found in the woods outside Beacon Hills, Special Agents Stilinski and Martin return to their hometown to investigate.
Excerpt:
“You’re sure this is legal?” Lydia says, fussing with her ponytail. It’s almost midnight. They’re sat in the jeep with the lights off, waiting for Derek to leave the house. Both Stiles and Lydia are in street clothes that can stand a bit of abuse; they’ve only got so many suits, and dry-cleaning is expensive.
“I double-checked the records. All of this is county property as of last year.” The burned-out husk of the Hale house sits on the hill like a pile of old bones. From what Scott’s said, Derek, is apparently living here right now. Jesus Christ.
There’s a black ‘09 Camaro sitting in front of the house, still in remarkably good condition considering where it’s been parked for the last week or so. After a few minutes, Derek exits the house and lopes toward the car, getting in and driving down the dirt road towards the highway.
Stiles and Lydia pile out of the car and grab the shovels.
There’s disturbed earth by the northwest corner of the house. Lydia lets out a long-suffering sigh, and they start to dig.
They’re about three feet down when Stiles’ shovel hits something that isn’t dirt. Stiles brushes the soil away with his hands to reveal a bundle, wrapped in sackcloth and bound in twine. Lydia pulls a switchblade from her pocket and cuts the ties. Stiles twitches the bundle open.
There’s a wolf’s head wrapped inside.
“Hmm,” Lydia says.
“That’s it? That’s all you’ve got? 'Hmm?'”
Lydia reaches up and unwraps more of the bundle, revealing the wolf’s neck, shoulders, and forelegs. The animal’s fur is black unless that’s the dirt.
“This isn’t a normal wolf,” Lydia says. She points like she’s in a biology lab somewhere and not in a hole next to a burned-out house in the woods. “See the shoulder blades? Those aren’t the shoulders of a quadruped. They’re almost like a human’s. And the front paws are all wrong.”
“So… a werewolf, then?”
Lydia shrugs. “It’s a theory.”
Stiles glances up to make sure Derek hasn’t suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and the light from his flashlight lands on something purple. A flower.
“Lydia,” he says, tapping her on the shoulder. She stands, and he points his flashlight at the flower. “What plant is that?”
Lydia squints in the darkness for few seconds, thinks, then says, “Aconitum lycoctonum. That’s not supposed to be here.”
“What, it’s not native to California?”
“Not native to North America,” Lydia corrects. She elbows him, hard. “Stiles. The common name for this species is 'Northern Wolfsbane.'”
Stiles climbs out of the hole and kneels next to the flower. It’s small, probably very young, and looks freshly planted. Stiles can see something tied to the stem…
He digs his fingers into the dirt and pulls. There’s a rope attached to the plant. Stiles keeps pulling; the rope runs under the dirt, back towards the grave.
“You were one of those kids who wouldn’t stop pulling at a loose thread until the entire sweater was destroyed, weren’t you?” Lydia says, still in the hole, hands on her hips. Stiles shushes her and keeps going.
The rope’s been buried in a spiral around the grave, and around the second loop Lydia looks down at the body and says, “Stiles, you should come look at this.”
The werewolf isn’t a wolf anymore. It’s half of a woman.
“Think that’s our Jane Doe?” Stiles says.
“What are you doing?”
Stiles spins around, a hand on his holster. Derek Hale is standing not ten feet away. Stiles didn’t hear the car come back. Fuck.
“Federal agents. Put your hands on your head and lie down on the ground,” Stiles snaps. He can hear Lydia climbing out of the hole behind him.
“What?” Derek growls and takes a step closer. His teeth lengthen and his eyes glow blue.
Stiles draws and aims at Derek. He doesn’t put his finger on the trigger. Yet. “You’re under arrest for murder. Get down on the ground with your hands behind your head, or I will be forced to shoot you.”
Derek’s gaze flicks from the gun, to the grave, to (presumably) Lydia. He looks like he’s considering.
Slowly, Derek lifts his hands and puts them behind his head.
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